Twenty-eleven was a year of torture mixed with a few tablespoon of happiness. I was elated to arrive at the pit stop of my education. University life is not a joke. I have experienced semester one and reaped what I sow. It's a wake-up call, telling me to perform a better job in the next semester. Perhaps that can increase my opportunity of studying overseas.
I was given an extraordinary experience to conclude my polytechnic journey with a fruitful trip to Vietnam. It broadened my perspective to life, strengthened myself and allowed me to create new friendships. Travelling has always been my passion and I made another step out to Seoul recently with my sister. It was a good way to grade my proficiency level for Japanese which was horrible.
So, twenty-twelve is going to be a year to study. Goodbye.
